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Wait, wait, wait a minute Wait a goddamn minute Wait, wait, wait a minute Wait one fucking minute I'm looking at your year end list You're choosing rappers you're friends with Who be rapping what their friends did Toolie ratchets and extensions Wait, wait, wait a minute We done already heard their best shit We already got the message They on a lean, molly, Percocet trip Think I found what real success is Running around here since "The Message" Forty pounder full of death wish Money counter full of blessings I sent a cannonball right at the cannon barrel Through your wall, closet, through your damn apparel Through your grandma chair, through your granite counter Topping, I ain't tryna stop it 'till you standing on the doorstep Of the man upstairs, nigga, you're next Wait a minute, nigga I've been going crazy on these records way before Flex This the bad half Shady vortex, armed in navy warfare Y'all them Barnum Bailey boys Best to back the fuck up or get smacked the fuck up eighty million different ways Letras de cancionesIf I say it's fuck the world then the world's getting fucked Eighty million different ways When I'm finished with it Then the world's gon get the AIDS like some 1984 sex This the traumatize your favorite rapper year This the homicide related racketeer All I'm tryna hear today is trap and drill It's all downhill from here like Jack and Jill Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute Wait a motherfucking minute I'm giving all my hoes an ultimatum, she my mascot I'm just tryna motivate her, I'm just popping shit She just getting ass shot Like a Soulja Boy home invader I get a whole clip to all my haters Just so I could go and get exonerated Wait, wait, wait a minute Wait a motherfucking minute I watch you niggas go tool up I'm Compton menace on school bus It's documented, boy, prove what? Been dropping gems since I grew up I got to feel this void move, bruh The target's been destroyed, boo ya These nerds rapping for attention For a word from Vlad or Akademik Prefer to slap you over engine I'm Murs rapping for the Guinness Wait, wait, wait a minute I know you heard I'm back in business I'm going harder than Tha Carter X I'm birds flapping independent I'm tycooning through the pressure I'm typhooning through this weather I might do a nigga beat for 'em Give him back to him a little PHresher Got the cash holding on line two, brink trucks noise on one Casanova with the rifle, fuckboy, don't run I'm live from it with the streams Buying guns and getting beams You guys coming with your teams It's feeling like iFunny with the memes I flip the blade like "say something" Around dough like Rajon Let you rip the stage Then I come and rip the stage down more like Trey Songz Category slaughter gang shit Feel me, nigga, this is God hustle Phantom or the 'Vette, Tammy Lahren, Charlamagne shit The odd couple Wait, wait, wait a minute I'm prime away from fucking mating with her I bend her over, stick her on the expensive car Tyler fucking Creator with it You a lame, you from Twitter fame You had a chain, now it's your nigga chain Face down on your computer keys sleep Closest you gon' be to laying in your name Body bag after body bag Leave a trail laying in your lane I'm Cold Chillin' on the record business But I ain't saying I distribute Kane Wait a motherfucking minute You popping molly with the actors I fucked the baddest of the white bitches I'm Talib Kweli with the blackness I'm most def with immigration Ladies on top of ladies I'm Mos Def with immigration Babies on top of babies Wait a motherfucking minute From Letras Mania